Chapter 73: Chapter 73: South Sea Mansion Chapter 73: Chapter 73: South Sea Mansion Shang Yu lifted his finger and gently wiped away the rainwater that had splashed onto the corner of her eye from the edge of the umbrella, his voice raspy as he began to speak, “At the mourning hall.”
he had recognized her that early on, even though she had been wearing a mask at the time.
Li Qiao lowered her eyes, her lips curved in a light smile, her gaze landing precisely on the fingers holding the umbrella, and teasingly whispered, “I see, I thought you hadn’t seen me.”
“Tired?” At this moment, Shang Yu rubbed her hair, looking at Li Qiao’s trembling eyelashes and weary cheeks, a thought crossed his mind, and his palm smoothly slid to the back of her neck, squeezing gently a couple of times.
Li Qiao stiffened at his action, the warm, dry palm massaging the back of her neck, concentrating all her senses in one place, and a strong throb began spreading from her heart throughout her body.
She furrowed her brows, suppressing her racing heartbeat, and nodded truthfully, “Mhm, a little tired.”
Shang Yu’s lips curled slightly, his broad palm naturally came to rest on her shoulder, enveloping her lightly as he tilted the umbrella, “Come, I’ll take you to rest.”
Ten minutes later, as Li Qiao looked at the South Sea Mansion getting closer outside the car, her gaze, slightly burning, fell upon Shang Yu, “Does Master Yan usually live here?”
The man’s thin lips turned slightly, “Yes, it’s peaceful.”
In fact, she had heard others discuss the South Sea Mansion quite early on, it was rumored that the Mansion and its ten miles surrounding area were off-limits to outsiders, yet she hadn’t expected Shang Yu to bring her here today.
Before long, the two entered through the Mansion’s underground garage elevator.
Li Qiao casually surveyed the layout inside the Mansion, the cold, abstinent style of gray and black, uniquely decorated yet exquisitely crafted.
He seemed to have a special fondness for black.
In the living room, Li Qiao nestled into the sofa while Shang Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigarette, then turned around and asked, “When did you start being a mortician?”
Li Qiao casually grabbed a leather cushion, raising an eyebrow, “Strictly speaking, I’m not yet a mortician, at most, I’m my teacher’s student and assistant.”
Shang Yu, with a cigarette between his fingers, strolled nearby the sofa, bent down to flick off the ash, and glanced at her sideways, “Did you learn the wound suturing techniques from Jiugong?”
Hearing this, Li Qiao’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “You could say that, indeed my teacher has credit.”
As it happened, just as the words fell, Liuyun’s figure appeared in the living room and heard Li Qiao’s words clearly.
So, the wound on his arm was stitched up by Miss Li, who claimed to be a mortician’s assistant?
Liuyun, quietly holding his left arm, “…”
At this moment, hearing footsteps, Li Qiao and Shang Yu both turned their eyes.
An eerie silence flowed through the living room, then Liuyun cleared his throat and nodded, “Boss, the room is ready.”
Shang Yu casually sat down, with cigarette in hand brought to his lips, looking at Li Qiao, “Go take a bath first, come down for dinner later.”
Li Qiao responded and got up to follow Liuyun out of the living room.
Along the way, she walked at an unhurried pace, pondering for a moment, and asked, “Liuyun, the young man who was buried, how did he die?”
Liuyun paused mid-step, looking at Li Qiao with puzzlement, “Didn’t the boss tell Miss Li?”
Li Qiao shook her head nonchalantly, “I didn’t ask him, you tell me.”
At this, Liuyun thought for a moment, choosing not to hide anything, he bluntly asked, “Do you remember the man you saw before in the Green Garden?”
Reminded by Liuyun, Li Qiao recalled the first time she had seen Shang Yu, her eyes narrowing slightly, “The one who was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy?”
“Yes, it was he who killed Qingyu!” At the mention of this person, Liuyun’s voice tightened, filled with loathing.